Personal Narrative: My Team

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It was 2:15 and I had been on the treadmill at the gym for fifteen minutes. I was discussing dinner plans with one of my close friends, Stacy, who was on the step climber next to me, when my phone rang. It's my job to prepare for these calls, but I am never excited to receive them. I got a call from my chief. He was requesting assistance for a forest fire in Redding and they needed our team to contain the prodigious fire that threatened to destroy so many homes. I called the rest of my team, and off we went on another mission to save our trees, wildlife, and human life. As we ran to the plane, we yelled in unison, "Let's do this."
Jeff, our pilot and a vital member of our team, informed us the trip would take roughly fifteen minutes to reach

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Personal Narrative: My Involvement In A Team

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Personal Narrative: My First Lacrosse Team

anticipation. I crouched down and got into position, a position I had slowly mastered over my past training. I leaned forward…the ball hits the ground…we wait…we wait…Whistle! This is the moment that I found my confidence. It all started in my backyard when I got my very first lacrosse stick. I was so excited, and I couldn’t wait to toss the ball around with my dad. I didn’t know it yet, but this backyard would become my happy place. It would be a place I could go when things got tough or when I had nowhere…

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Personal Narrative: My First Soccer Team

soccer game I ever played. It was the last time I was ever going to wear my school colors and be part of a team. I was cut from the soccer program the next year, and it was difficult to walk away from a sport that I grew up playing. It made me feel heartbroken; it was like I just wasted all my time and effort that I put in. This was first time I was ever denied the privilege of doing something I loved. Soccer was a way to clear my mind of schoolwork and was the best way for me to change…

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Personal Narrative: My First Track Team

Steven Jones Miss. Royse 16 April 2015 The first track meet this season Getting ready for my first track meet of the year, the team was packing their bags to get ready to head up to Pittsburg. I finally finished packing all of my track gear and one of my buddies named Isiah stood in front of me, standing tall at about five foot eleven and weighing about a hundred and seventy five pounds. He asked me, “Are you ready for your meet?” I said, “Of course I am, man.” He said, “That’s what I like to hear…

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Personal Narrative: My First Softball Team

start. Me and my used to be best friend Madison played softball together. She had a boyfriend named Tyler he came to every game and supported her. Every away game home game he was there with her family. One night I stayed all weekend with her and we was going to wake up and go to ARMCO to play a softball game with her family and Tyler. The next day we wake up and head to Bob Evans before we go down to play a game of softball. We get done eating breakfast and head to ARMCO. The teams were Madison’s…

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Personal Narrative: My High School Team

When I was younger my dream was to play basketball for my high school team. When that time came I was faced with several obstacles. My eighth grade year, during one of our games, I tore my right ACL and several other ligaments in my knee. Finding out the severity of the injury, I thought I was never going to get to play for the high school team. I was determined to get back and after several months of rehab I was finally healed to play my freshman year. Junior year I continued to worked hard to catch…

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Personal Narrative: Not My Interest In A Basketball Team

Not My Thing At an early age, I realized that sports were not my thing. This was a strange concept for many people. Not interested in sports. Living in an area where everything revolves around sports has not been easy. If you are not playing a sport; consequently, what you are doing is not important. I was five years’ old, and the Boy Scout Leader in the area decided to coach soccer that summer. This was my first glimpse into the sports world -- not impressed. He asked my parents, “Would Nick…

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Personal Narrative: My Cross-Country Team

softball with my team. I wish my basketball coach had made the team feel more comfortable with one another. That didn’t happen though. Until now, I wondered why I never felt as if I was part of a team. Why did practicing as a team always feel like a competition? Thanks to my cross-country team and coach, I now understand what a team is. I expected it to be different than other sports because it was individual, I never imagined how different cross-country could be. First of all, my teammates cheered…

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Personal Narrative: My First Volleyball Team

room packing my bags for what would be the very last time. A huge part of my life was now over and I was unsure of how to react. As my now “former” teammates began to flood back into the locker room bringing hugs and apologies with them, all I could do was force a smile and offer few words of congratulations. As I was leaving my familiar past and stepping into new territory, thoughts crept into my mind of what’s next for me? Why is this happening? Am I not good enough? I put on my first volleyball…

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